That last update, you could feel both his exhaustion and relief. I always hate to see these kinds of updates because you know they went through hell before they made it, but at the same point I'm glad he feels some kind of relief.
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We sing the song of the seven children and the father who so lovingly murdered them. The chorus is written in stone. The verses are written in radio waves. We reach. We pull. We pluck a verse for you, sweetling - always for you.